Weather

The sixth boro has had a lot of weather this past month; Bowsprite‘s drawing and writing about it. I’m just trying to weather it. And Andres has arrived.

Hmm. “Weathering storms” . . . now that phrase puzzles me. Storms are weather. Metaphorical storms that need weathering like illness or loss . . . what does it mean to “weather” them? Be a hurricane to a gale and outlast it? Be an anticyclone to a cyclone? Uglyships’ very own Zeebart sent these fotos along from the North Sea. Here gCaptain writes about waterspouts.

I’m not sure how to describe my attitude toward weather, but I show such profound respect that I might just lack the uumph to weather serious storms or wild seas. Last summer I met a Croatian sailor who’d just sailed the Gulf of Mexico through Rita. To paraphrase his words: “Our container vessel was a plaything tossed by the storm: what a rush!

I loved it! In fact, it’s why I work on the sea rather than an office,” he stated, smiling.

From the cliffs of Lower Manhattan, Joel Milton caught this weather, an approaching Jersey storm, downpour over Newark obscuring the Watchung ridges.